Extra - Ji Lu Wushuang - The Phantom

Ji Wushuang's talent caught the attention of the company leadership.

It also gave them an idea.

The instructors began giving her "special training."

She was allowed to practice at the shooting range during her free time—an unprecedented privilege in the new recruit company.

Ji Wushuang spent every spare moment at the range.

She had a natural affinity for firearms.

She could sense the subtle differences between each gun.

She remembered every recoil, every vibration in her body.

The rifle became an extension of her arm.

A manifestation of her will.

During the new recruit assessment, in the marksmanship segment,

Ji Wushuang scored a perfect 50 rings.

The only one in the entire company—even among the men who thought themselves unbeatable.

As the assessment ended, so did life in the new recruit company.

Everyone faced reassignment to regular units.

Most would go to standard combat companies or logistical support.

But the best of the best had a chance at something far more demanding—

a selection process for the special forces.

The company commander and political instructor approached Ji Wushuang.

They handed her a form.

"Ji Wushuang, we want to recommend you for the army-level reconnaissance training."

"The soldiers there are the elite of the elite."

"The training will be a hundred times harder than here. The attrition rate is terrifying."

"Do you dare go?"

The commander watched her, eyes full of expectation.

Ji Wushuang took the application.

Without hesitation, she snapped,

"Reporting!"

Her voice was clear and firm.

"I dare!"

Ji Wushuang boarded the truck heading to army headquarters.

The ride was rough.

Inside sat a dozen soldiers, each selected from different units—all top performers.

Their faces showed excitement, tension, and pride.

Ji Wushuang was the only woman.

She sat in the corner, eyes closed as if sleeping.

No one spoke to her.

She didn’t care to talk.

Instead, she focused on every turn, every bump of the truck.

The unfamiliar scents carried by the wind.

She tried to gauge how far they’d gone, which direction, where they might be...

After two days, they arrived.

The "Hunter" training camp was hidden deep in uncharted mountains.

The opening ceremony was brief.

The chief instructor, Gao Feng, was a burly colonel.

His gaze was sharp, his voice like ice.

"Here, you have no name, no past, no rank."

"You are only one thing—a rookie."

"Your goal is simple: survive."

"Now, surrender all personal belongings."

"Welcome to hell."

Hell Week began.

Day One: Extreme physical endurance.

Before dawn, icy water blasted them awake.

Then came the loaded march—

30-kilogram packs, sprinting through mud pits.

Filth filled their mouths, their noses.

They couldn’t tell sweat from sludge.

No lunch.

Just a single compressed biscuit thrown into the mud.

In the afternoon, they hauled logs up hills.

The weight crushed their shoulders, threatening to snap them.

At night, they submerged in freezing rivers for stealth drills.

No sleep allowed.

By Day Two, many were gone.

Some quit.

Others collapsed mid-exercise and were carried out.

A few broke down sobbing.

The instructors watched coldly.

"Cowards can leave."

Ji Wushuang didn’t break.

Her body was a machine, relentless.

The mud energized her.

Hunger sharpened her focus.

The cold kept her alert.

She simply completed every task—flawlessly.

Day Three: Jungle survival.

Each squad was given only a knife and basic tools.

With these, they had to last three days in unfamiliar wilderness.

Ji Wushuang’s team struggled through the dense foliage.

Their leader, a seasoned veteran, taught them to identify edible plants, find clean water, and set simple traps.

But supplies were scarce.

Hunger frayed their nerves like drawn bowstrings.

Their bodies moved sluggishly.

Danger struck when they were weakest.

Without warning, a furious roar erupted.

A massive wild boar charged from the underbrush.

Its tusks gleamed in the dim light.

It targeted the squad leader at the front.

The leader reacted fast, raising his knife in defense.

But it was hopeless.

Against such brute force, human strength meant nothing.

Panic spread.

Some stumbled back. Others froze, knives trembling.

Then—

A shadow darted past, straight at the beast.

Ji Wushuang.

At the moment before the wild boar was about to ram into her, her body twisted at an angle that defied human comprehension.

Then, meeting the boar's charge head-on, she sidestepped with a single fluid motion.

The dagger in her hand traced a cold, gleaming arc through the air.

With precision, it plunged into the boar's most vulnerable spot—its throat.

Once the blade sank deep, Ji Wushuang gave it a ruthless slash.

The massive beast let out a brief, piercing shriek of agony.

Its enormous body, carried by momentum, staggered forward a few more meters.

Then it collapsed with a heavy thud, blood gushing from the fatal wound.

The jungle fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Everyone froze, staring at the twitching carcass of the monstrous creature.

Then, their eyes shifted to Ji Wushuang, standing calmly beside the slain boar.

She flicked the blood off her dagger and sheathed it without a word.

As if she had just completed some trivial, everyday task.

The team leader’s gaze at Ji Wushuang was laden with complex emotions—

Shock. Disbelief.

But above all, awe.

In that instant, everyone understood.

They were trained soldiers.

But this woman—she was a natural-born predator. Apex.

Soon, the rich aroma of roasted boar meat filled the forest air.

This time, what they ate wasn’t just food.

It was reverence. The taste of survival.

Hell Week was over.

Of the 150 "rookies," only 30 remained.

Ji Wushuang was among them.

Now, she carried something new—an aura of lethality.

At the graduation ceremony, Colonel Gao Feng studied her intently.

"Your new codename," he announced, "is 'Wraith.'"

"Because you move without a sound."

"Like someone who doesn’t exist."

Training entered its next phase.

Lessons in killing. Survival.

Hand-to-hand combat. Marksmanship. Demolitions. Camouflage. Infiltration.

Ji Wushuang absorbed it all like a sponge, relentless in her hunger.

Here, her talent was unleashed in its purest form.